Migos, Travis Scott - Speaking of the Devil lyrics

M-M-M-Murda

Got a big boy baguette 'cause
They shine harder together (Ice)
Bought a Lambo coupe 'cause the doors
Spread like a feather (Skrrt, skrrt)
Got the dough all clean
But it look off white like vanilla
(Off-white) got two hoes
Me and I'm squeezed between in the middle
(They bad)

Double R Cullinan and I'm
Hoppin' out the back, umbrella
(Skrrt, skrrt, Cullinan)
Marquise stone, totin' that Maison Margiela
(Woo, yeah) the Audemar grown
'guettes in the face another level
(Woo, Audemar) hold up my arm
I could change the climate and the weather

Grr, answer my phone, speaking of the devil
(Demons)
Angels around me, I'm keeping several, uh
(Angels) that's the only thing I
Know, keep this together, uh
(Keep it) i connect the bottom links
They stack like medals, uh
(Link, link)
Know a bad one in DC but she too federal (DC)

Monday through Friday through Sunday
Got racks on my schedule (Racks)
The Molly, the Percocets
She eat it up like a edible (Eat it up)
And I don't see no competitor
Shoot at the head of a predator
Any nigga want pressure
Grab the tissue and watch how I bless 'em
(Grah)

Might bust a blood vessel
Way that I'm runnin' this shit
It ain't healthy we gotta move stealthy
Niggas been rich, now we tryna get wealthy
(Move) every time that you 'round
You keep taking it down
Tell me, "How this gon' help me?" (O oh)

All stars got the gang gang, God on my phone
(Gang) ran through all the calls
You get it finessin' then it's gone
We the young niggas that's grabbin'
The pistol and ran it, right at the throne
(Grab it) say you want smoke and you
Know it's no problem
No Gabriel bringing it on (Bring it, mhm)
All blue dollar signs, bleeding my palms
(Mhm)
God keep givin' me signs, so I read Psalms
(Mhm)
Pull up with a suit and tie like I'm at prom
(Suit, suit)
Who keeps calling my line? (Who? Who?)

Grr, answer my phone, speaking of the devil
(Speaking)
Angels around me, I'm keeping several, uh
(Angels) that's the only thing I
Know, keep this together, uh
(Keep it) i connect the bottom links
They stack like medals, uh
(Link, link)
Know a bad one in DC but she too federal (DC)

Monday through Friday through Sunday
Got racks on my schedule (Racks)
The Molly, the Percocets
She eat it up like a edible (Molly)
And I don't see no competitor
Shoot at the head of a predator (Predator)
Any nigga want pressure
Grab the tissue and watch how I bless 'em
(Press 'em)

Might bust a blood vessel
Way that I'm runnin' this shit
It ain't healthy (Woo, woo)
We gotta move stealthy
Niggas been rich, now we tryna get wealthy
(Move) every time that you 'round
You keep taking it down
Tell me, "How this gon' help me?"

Mmm hmm mmm hmm
Mmm hmm